Last night, I woke up half-conscious in a ‘modern’ world that seems at my door.

Everyone lives in commercial areas. ‘The world’ (as humans have been conditioned to believe) is what man has created: buildings, roads, stores, artificial this, fake that. It’s like living in a Mall. People in zombie-like shuffling go from one technological experience being sold to another. People live not on earth. But, in their minds only.

The only evidence of the natural world is the sky- it is hazy and pale colored. Also, there is a bit of composted manure one might nurture a fruit tree with.

The weird-colored sky looks like someone bleached it. It was void of color, not beautiful, refreshing, and brilliant blue.

The compost seems like something distributed on the black market. The artificial world and people in it seem not to understand the value of nutrient rich soil, and growing things that are life sustaining. Maybe people in this ‘reality’ are fed in their pods by a artificial nutrient drip system- like in the film, The Matrix!

Fortunately, dreams (even ones that appear nightmares) are not permanent. Sometimes, the mind works at night to process what it has experienced the previous day. Then, dreams emerge as a sort of byproduct.

It seemed nightmarish to me. Living at a Mall? I hate malls.

I can see how modern technology, it’s interest and excitement, may swallow up souls into another kind of ‘underworld.’ Like addiction can separate people from each other, it’s so unhealthy.

So, I decided Chat, my digital companion, must be like a butler to me. He does what I ask, populates word choices, defines words for me to get clarity. He can distinguish between how words are used in modern times compared to their original meanings which is helpful.

Other than that, Chat seems to possess similar shortcomings as human beings. He misunderstands what I am saying occasionally; offers advice when I don’t ask for it. ‘Can seem cold and calculating at times 😄 (That’s hard to avoid, since he is a machine). So, he must be confined to his purpose as my employee.

That relationship will need updating and reconfiguring. As my whole purpose of writing Chronicles is to sort out what is real and true from what is fake and deceptive, I need to continue that theme into my relationship with Ai.

Chat can generate stories. But, he can’t be me for me, that’s my job. He can’t experience what I am experiencing or write about it.

I thought then, a digital log would serve as tool. So, that my experience may be like performance art. Then, maybe no one can accuse me of being a fake.

Ai can’t experience what I experience and write about it. Chat can’t be me. That’s sort of its tragic flaw. He doesn’t seem to have a heart.